It doesn't help that it's already been up to 98°F outside...in the middle of May, no less. Ugh. The thick, sticky, oppressive heat makes me that much more miserable.
So I'm going to bed, extra early, with the a/c turned down low (to hell with the cost) so that I won't subject my husband to my foul mood. Also, I prefer to be alone when I feel this way.
How do you cope when the "I hate everything" moods strike?